Infatuated

How we live isnt determine by faith,
But yet stil its exact human state,
Tho we all vow never to disintegrate,
Such passions is now all at stake,
The reality speaks,
Of reluctant days, over shadowing,
Our infatuated ways,
Tho we may think this is faith, this is love, this is hate,
But whats not think in our infatuated, days.

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